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[Fan Fiction] - Full Circle-NC17-Capitolo 15th

Author: Memories.
Title: Full Circle.
Rating: NC17
Alerts: Adult Content, Violence, Language.
Genres: Alternativ Universe, Angst, Drama, Humor (few hints) Twincest not related, Fluff (a little), Romance, Lemon.
Summary: Tom has a crush on a guy who makes repetition.
decides to prove it, not knowing but it has opened a vicious circle ...
he be able to stop this spiral of desire and resentment, and finally full circle?

Disclaimers: Tokio Hotel does not belong to me and everything che scrivo è puro frutto della mia fantasia. Niente è scritto a scopo di diffamazione o di lucro.

Avvertimento : C'è BOST!!! Chiedo scusa, ho dimenticato di inserirlo.

banner by carly ( te adoro)

   

                                                                                                             thanks Salatalien




CAP 16


Bill threw the neck backward while David bites him gently on the skin clear.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;...>> From chuckled. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have to go to work
...>> \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Just a minute!>> David muttered, rubbing the bulge in the pants of the other.
Bill gasped and sighed heavily, stroking the man's neck. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;There is a trainee. But how? Were not you the one of utmost seriousness at work?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, but only when I say ...>> He complained the other, pulling the dark jeans. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;And now I did not say, so stay here eh ...>>
Bill laughed and put his lips on that of David, sucking greedily.
were closed in the office of David, and although they did at any time could love, the man did not seem to get enough.
Fortunately David had his own private office and they could enjoy all their private affairs without any pain in the ass around.
Bill loved to be touched by him.
Bill liked to be touched, treated with violence, held in every way, and few were able to really do as he liked.
David, however, we could all right and enjoy it with him and he was what he loved most at that time.
He started when David grabbed his member, squeezing and pumping strong.
kissed the mouth of her lover, sucking her lower lip and letting down his pants. David
penetrates immediately with your fingers, making him lie down on the desk.
All that was over there, he fell to the ground with a thud, and then polished wood with Bill scratched his painted nails.
groaned out loud when David would penetrate more deeply and cried as soon as the His release came out, smearing her thighs. Unfortunately
lasted very little when having sex with him and often David himself, taunted him for his lack of ability to spend.
David laughed and pinched the Bill on her side to revenge, puffing like a small child.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not make fun ...>> expression muttered taking offense.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm not kidding.>> David is justified, adjusting his jacket.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, I was going to do, anyway! It is useless to pretend that nothing>> Bill continued, falling slowly from the desk.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Look what a mess here ...>> snorted, referring to all the stuff over on the ground. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Collect all>> ordered, turning to David.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For orders Madam
...>> \u0026lt;\u0026lt;David! I do not give the woman>> thundered, bringing out that side of himself hysterical. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are an asshole!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come on, mess around>> David chuckled, picking up a bit 'of paperwork from the ground. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are always so touchy.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It is one thing that bothers me, you know. I never let anyone ...>>
In truth he had permission and how, just did not want to remember that period of his useless life.
Exactly, it was useless, because think about it?
Anyway, even if they had permission, had given him trouble all the same. Simply, he gritted his teeth.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Okay, okay ...>> David sighed that at last he had collected everything from the ground. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not do it again.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, you always say so ...>> muttered Bill, willingly accepting the kiss that man had just popped on his lips.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now it is high time to take care of the trainee. Do you have the folder with the work to him?>>
Bill nodded, grabbing a folder from inside a locker. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, there she is. So you put it with Schafer, right?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sure, just give the job to do and after explaining what you know, ok?>> David nodded wearing the coat. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now I have to run that I a meeting of a thousand miles from here.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ugh, you're gone forever!>> muttered the dark, curling her lips hurt.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And do not be naughty baby, tonight I'll take you out to dinner, ok?>> David consoled him, kissing him again on his lips. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Promise>>
Bill smiled and patted him on the cheek. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Promises, promises?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Promised>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I can not wait squeaked ...>> the dark, excited.
David gave him one last smile, and then left the office, making sure to be quite in order.
Bill smiled as a vacant stare and shook his briefcase in his hands.
He met David two years ago, by sheer fate.
At some point in his life, he decided to go and live in Berlin, thinking about changing his rhythm.
Hamburg had these great contacts, these friendships ... apart from his family. By Georg
almost never spoke again.
They had seen a few times, but the cast was too busy to work and did not seem too interested in going out with him.
So he moved to Berlin and, aided by parents had rented a small apartment, after all, had enjoyed very little.
He started working as a clerk in a clothing store, which had schedules which made him come home dead.
had made some friendships with his colleagues and almost always went out with them, spassandosela cool for most of Berlin, from which he always returned on all fours because of liters of alcohol ingested.
Then, one evening in those in which he had not really want to party, he found himself alone at a table in the pub while his friends were sitting on the trailer of some girl.
Even David was in that room that night and had approached, attacking him with a button, as more natural imaginable.
They started talking by chance, both with the excuse of "what was boring that night."
Eventually, they met to perfection, and when David found out that Bill was a committed full time, not gaining anything, and working as a mule, had proposed to the Secretary, within the company, offering a better salary .
Bill initially hesitated, fearing that the man was offering everything just to try it with him and maybe one day, taking advantage.
Instead, David was fabulous.
He had got it to work, had assigned its main tasks and had paid good salaries from the first.
Then, however, had happened ...
What happened was that David had invited him to dinner and spent a fantastic evening.
He had brought in a great restaurant, then they had walked for hours and quite nicely since it was summer and the weather was not bad, for Berlin.
When the end of the evening David had taken back home, there was quell'imbarazzo you can almost cut with scissors and Bill had tortured her hands for about an hour looking idiotic arguments well, just to chat.
the end of the spiel, David had come forward and kissed him gently, leaving him stunned.
Bill looked at him with eyes bulging and had smile on their faces from moron, but that there could be more stupid and then he did it again later, her lips a little heart.
From that moment on, they began a relationship between proper.
David had proposed to live together, Bill had left his small studio apartment and moved in mega man's apartment, feeling bad for almost everything that luxury.
From there, they had never left and now it was almost two years they were together.
Bill sighed and woke from a trance in which he had just fallen.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And now let us have this serial>> He snorted, before grabbing the keys to the office in and out slamming the door behind.


*******


thought to be dead of a heart attack just because someone up there had the grace to lay a hand on his head and give him a blessing.
Everything you would expect, except that unpleasant surprise.
Yes, because it was just unfortunate!
His throat was dry, his heart began to pound gone mad in her chest, her hands were sweating.
He had not crossed over that look, and gazing at that face ...
Bill had arrived there.
Or rather, Tom was coming, but go figure to find a little surprise!
Meanwhile, Bill was staring at him with his face turned upside down as of this moment.
He looked petrified and foil once held in his hand, now found their comfortable spot on the floor.
All the other guys in the office, at the same time, we were locked and watched once when Bill and Tom, as if watching a tennis match.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh, that's going on here? Someone's been dry?>> James He began looking you melt the ice.
Tom swallowed, and turned to Bill James, as if he had suddenly awakened from a deep sleep.
Trying to keep calm, slowly walked to the desk of the chart, put their hands up and face to face with the poor unfortunate.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not think your position is so favorable to Thee afford to be funny, do not think too?>> Killing the man hissed at him.
James swallowed, feeling a rotating blade to pierce the center of the head. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;St-I was just kidding!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not think it is your duty as a joke and that it takes place, in my view, is very precarious, I suggest you keep your sewer shut next time!>> Bill concluded, throwing cold last look at him.
That said, he turned to Karl and Gustav. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;And you? What are you looking at? I have come to tell you anything important, then you may as well keep working.>>
The two boys were dedicated to their work immediately, fixing his gaze on the computer and not having the slightest intention to remove it from there.
Throughout this juncture, Tom had not stopped a moment to swallow, setting the scene while the blood froze in my veins.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well ...>> Bill sighed and walked to the point where the leaves had fallen. He leaned
with unnerving calm, collecting one by one and placing them with as much diplomacy had.
When he finished, and Tom smiled and approached him quietly.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You must be the new intern, I'm like Bill.>>
Tom looked at the hand of the dark as if it was poisonous, but realizing they can not do too noted his discomfort, there was strong and held it in his.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;T-Tom>> He tried to appear calm while.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, Tom,>> Dark smiled cordially. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come with me in my office. I'll show you the work to be done.>>
Tom sighed, glancing glimpse his three colleagues who, at that time, was looking as if they were not actually understanding anything of what was happening.
Horrified, he just followed Bill, he looked at him.
fragrance that left was the same he had heard for days, his body still thinner than before and his walk from vamp had not changed one iota.
It was Bill that made him mad, ready to return to the attack.
reluctantly followed him, and entered the His office, which smelled of him to die ...
Tom watched him rested the folder on the table, lowered the curtain, to make sure that the guys on the other side do not hang themselves, and adjust some things in a locker.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Take a seat as well! Do not stand>> Bill said, smiling at him too kindly.
Tom nodded awkwardly and struggled even to reach the only chair on the opposite side.
What should I do?
How did Bill to be so casual?
Ah! Forgot! It was Bill that if he was so blissfully screwed ... that weight could be found for him in that office with the stupid kid repeat?
salirgli Tom felt the blood to the brain and clenched his fists around the fabric of his jeans.
All the anger was overwhelming again, making him feel helpless and stupid just like four years ago.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, Tom?>>
Tom winced, and those planted in the eyes of Bill, who was watching him with his usual condescending smile.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come to Hamburg, from what I read on your form>>
Tom stared, taken aback!
Wow, Bill was reciting a script impressive.
was impossible that she had not recognized him and Tom he knew from his reaction when he entered the office and their eyes had met.
is moistened lips, nervous, and raised an eyebrow, showing all his unbelief.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What?>> Church takes courage. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;I did not think it was a novelty for you, because you come from Hamburg, too.>> Bill
thinned his eyes and saw that Tom was gritting his teeth, saw the immediate contraction of his jaw.
She saw him shake his head, and take another form from the folder that held in his hands.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;This is another registration form agency, not just the form of training signed by the University, there is another marked us for the past three months.>> Tom
restrained laughter annoyed that he was out of his mouth and suddenly grabbed the sheet from the hands of the Moor.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I ask you to use other ways to me.>> Bill said, testily.
Tom clenched his fists and glared at him. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Talk to how you behave, Bill! What is this? Now you've made to the professional when you're not even a little '? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not think the case that you behave well, lo sai?>> Sbuffò Bill, stavolta spazientito. << Fino a prova contraria stai parlando con uno che d’importanza ti sta sopra, Tom! Impara a guardare le cose dalla tua posizione!>>
<< Sai chi mi sta sopra, Bill?>> Ringhiò Tom, stavolta facendosi avanti con il busto e obbligando il moro ad indietreggiare un po’. << Sopra mi sta David Jost e sopra mi stanno tutti coloro che qui dentro ci lavorano da un pezzo e sanno fare il loro lavoro. No tu che non sai nemmeno come si accende un computer!>>
<< Io so come si accende un computer!>> Thundered the dark, rising from his chair. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Job here and I can do my job. Otherwise I would not be here wasting time with you, you idiot!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No! You are here wasting time with me, unfortunately, because there is someone else that will make us feel, otherwise you'd be locked up in a fucking job with a lot of boss that makes you sweat like a mule!>> Bill
stared, taken aback, and struck the face of Tom with the slap as hard as his own body could give birth.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are always the same judgments spits! You will learn hard to stay quiet for once and for all?>> Growled, looking disgusted.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Want to work in here or not?>> Thunder, grabbing Tom by the shirt and holding it with two inches from your face. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;And remember, that I will also be an incompetent but my work I do. You, if you do your training with your degree you can only clean up your ass, right?>>
Tom looked at him with all the hate in the world and blew strong from the nose. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Molly immediately>>
Bill swallowed hard and let go on top of the other, without taking his eyes off him in any way.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; So?>> Churches waiting for a sign from him.
Tom sat on the chair, throwing one last glances at the dark, picked up the registration form to the agency.
He hesitated a moment, before grabbing a pen and signed, and hold the teeth.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I will not ruin by your presence! This dream job has always been.>> He said softly, handing the sheet to the dark.
What grabbed him and looked at him without batting an eyelid. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Can you stay quiet! I do not see every day, you know? Gone are those days.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E less evil ...>> muttered Tom, doing shrugs.
Bill snorted. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Stop being the nice! And now to get this document and see the good work you do! Also because I'll check it, although you should say that I am unable, ok?>>
Tom rose from his chair and looked at him mockingly. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Under the orders of the poor Kate Moss>> He said grabbing the folder containing his work.
Bill just started and moved, but Tom stopped him before he could do something.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;you should not lay hands on him, you know? It is women who do not go knock and you're not a woman, although I think the opposite. So I might react the next blow and I do not think you Convenga>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;you threatening me?>> Bill snarled incredulously.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why, what did you do? >> Tom verdict, pedantic. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let's say that is a double edged sword.>> Bill
Tom looked at him and saw him trail by anxiety.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You can send me away when you want, but I could say that there has been between us, thus revealing the reasons for which I would like out of the way>>
Bill laughed sarcastically. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;See what you're attacking! And who do you think you would believe, eh? Everyone would think that you're doing it on purpose because you have a great desire to fuck.>>
Tom nodded. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sure, it's true! But if I show him the evidence will probably change his mind publicly.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You do not have evidence, Tom. Stop being a jerk.>> Bill neckline, looking grim.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;This is what you think>> He said the other looked sideways. \u0026lt;\u0026lt; If you only knew how many movies I filmed while having sex on my bed.>>
Bill opened his eyes and mouth, feeling the breath save him less.
Tom felt proud for that.
Obviously it was not absolutely true that he had recorded the fucking her and Bill, but he also knew that the dark was quite naive to believe such a thing.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No-you can not have done it.>> Bill Gracchi, looking upset.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh, of course I did!>> Tom nodded. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Quiet, I never showed it to anyone until now, only that I was a child, then to pump I review all my ego at the end.>> The dark
stood there, standing like a pole with one hand and had even held the chair, so as not to collapse.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So, we come to terms.>> Tom concluded. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're very comfortable with me, and I'm quiet. And, above all, do not get up more hands, because I react next time.>>
said, shook his briefcase and headed for the exit of the office.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Thanks for the work, Kate ...>> concluded before leaving and heading to his desk.

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Recensione: The Memory of the skin

Author: Sar @ ( eclectic_doll )
Title: Das Gedächtnis der Haut
Publication Date: July 12, 2009
Main Pairing : Tom / Bill
Side Pairing: Bill / Andreas
Genre: long-fiction
Rating: NC17 Warning
: what if, angst, hurt / comfort, OMC, OFC, rape, torture.


The question is, can you go crazy for love?
do not know if the author will appreciate the quote I am about to do, but reading this story, I was reminded of a phrase from the film Manual of Love (the premise that I do not like that movie, but he still hit my quote ). The man does not know why you love. He just goes crazy!
And it is the madness the central theme of this fantastic story. Tom
mad love for Bill. Crazy bad. Crazy as the worst of fools.
A story that keeps you in suspense, so that explores in depth the feelings of the characters, their thoughts, that you almost fear to continue to read at times.
Everything seems a prerequisite to something.
In fact, since the early chapters, but you know what happens when you find yourself in front of us and you realize that you have the face drawn, so strong is what you're reading, you can not help but be surprised and feel the blood freezing in your veins.
Despite the sad line of this story though, there's love skiing, very strong, that makes you not think negatively.
is not a story of those where you do not expect the end and, therefore, issues that to happen something sad. Questa, è una storia in cui i sentimenti emergono in maniera così violenta che riesci quasi a prevedere ciò che i personaggi faranno ad un certo plot point. This does not mean it does not have its surprises.
Together with them and important issues that moment, their thoughts so you come in, admit that you get to the end of everything, that you would behave in exactly the same way.
When it comes to Bill, you come to think Bill and the same as you behave exactly like it. You to become part of history with his whole being.
This is what I've tried it, reading it in person.
What I love about this author, it is the surrender of his characters.
are so real and so consistent that you seem to always know when you miss them and yet another trip is concluded.
Sar @, in all its stories, making the twins, as well as Andreas, and the various components of the story, in a clear and concise. Do you find yourself to love, to hate, to cheer for them and almost talking to him, as you read, and encourage them to behave in one way or another. All
Bill and Tom all of his stories are identical. It is not monotony, is consistent with the vision that the author herself has on them.
You seem to see the same characters in different adventures.
Things are different, the events more or less shocking, but their character, their way of being is always and, this, I find it amazing because it's as if I read a lot of what if, then they find themselves thinking that if all describes what really happened, things would be exactly that way.
'm not good at reviews, not really even know exactly how to do a review, but take it a bit like "Memories says what he thinks without detailed follow patterns well."
The only word I can use to sum up everything I think about this story is FABULOUS! Probably one of my favorites ever.

Mem!

Lifefitness Where To Repair

onehundred_suns @ 2011-01-08T17:18:00

Jaysen - Dream Sister .

The streets of Philadelphia at night were almost scary. The street lights looked like big yellow eyes fixed on reality, to obscure the beauty of darkness, to light fears buried along the miles of asphalt. Alex stood motionless in the passenger seat beside me. One hand on my limp left on the exchange.

A hand clutched for support, and stop.

Oxana had called me about ten minutes before and had a witty voice: Michelle was in the hospital and she knew nothing of his condition. Nothing. Why had left in the waiting room with Ben and the silence he had swallowed. And Baltea had prevented him from approaching the girl, to move those chairs until further notice. Only Blake was inside with her.

My throat clenched again.

Only Blake.

Blake .

And there was the certainty that he going to make it to be near her in a moment like that, that he himself would have made it through there at that time. That his hand would look like if only minimally to that of Alex, so warm and strong. Much more than mine.

"It'll be fine," he said. Without hesitation, I had just triggered the slide of the phone. With his dark eyes fixed on mine. And he smiled, taking my hand and leading me to the car.

Alex was a baby, had just turned twenty-five and she was married. In a huge empty white house next to my studio. He spent most of the day with me in the waiting room when I was involved in some patients. I helped with the work, if he could. She talked to me, if she wanted. Hold me when I needed it.

And I think that I would not have survived if her life had not been there, near, in the heat of an immature body.

Alex had hazel eyes, soft and liquid. Alex was great, and it was my wife.

My wife even as his heart beat against his chest, to go back to Michelle. Even while I had a quick caress her, even while the mind tells the unique touch of my lips and those by Chelle.

It was always my wife. And maybe I should thank the Lodge for her. For having given me for choosing someone so vital .

"Jay, honey, everything will be fine," he repeated, as my eyes stopped in the mist of the road full of traffic, while gently supported without the red traffic light meters ahead.

"And if you die?" And say it would open the flesh and plug the veins. The blood was flowing to the brain and let the tears invade the throat before the eyes, it became inevitable .

I turned toward her slowly sinking into her serene gaze, the slight smile on his lips full. Alex tilted his head toward the right shoulder, ran a hand through his curly hair and squeezed my stronger with each other.

"Why should he die, Jaysen? He 's young, is strong. It 's just so weakened now. It will pass. You'll be fine, "he leaned to kiss her cheek while traffic was moving slowly. To pounce.

sighed and shook the wheel stronger, I shook my head up. In order not to rock the world even stronger.

"Michelle is not strong, Alex. Nineteen, and bulimia, has a horrible family behind, "I blurted out more violently than I wanted.

My wife shook her head and chuckled softly.

"Jay, I am convinced that you have an idea Chelle's completely wrong. It is not a child, you realize this, right? He dealt with the strength of her only bones fragile things that we can not even imagine. Yet it survived until now. For her, for Blake, the other kids. And for you. I think if you decided to leave her alone - leave really not survive. Maybe it would be already dead. But you're there, in his life: it is enough to get by, "the voice quickly changed his tone, a bit acid staining. A pain for a love she never would have known.

'E' enough for her, but not his body. Since when did you see it? From the marriage? It 'still lost weight, you just have to skin her. I'm not sure we can make it this time, "I muttered. I pressed the accelerator.

And Alex the truth seemed easier to deal with. The pain, as well. I found the courage to condense into words my nagging fears, my paranoia. And my love, so hidden in the folds of life, past, present and future.

"You are too pessimistic," she said and turned on the radio, on my favorite station.

was the one who really knew how much she cared for me as a brother to be pampered, because it could not hurt to untie me from having the freedom to embrace me as just a friend can do.

gestures and transformed them into sounds and abstract images, which are difficult to grasp. But true.

Like the coffee in the morning, when the strength to get out of bed and wear a mask sewn onto the skin was not there. As the music in an evening where the world seemed to turn slowly exhausting, and I just wanted to run. And falling. E rialzarmi. E riprendere a correre. E raggiungerla, finalmente, Michelle.

“Porca puttana. Questo cazzo di traffico!” la voce si alzò di tono senza che me ne rendessi conto. Sfilai la mano da sotto quella di Alex bruscamente, la passai sulla fronte sudata, scostai i capelli dagli occhi.

“Ti stai agitando per niente”, scandì Alexandra. Si sistemò meglio sul sedile, passò la mano sulla gonna per distendere le pieghe della seta nera che le copriva le cosce, fino al ginocchio.

“Sei that you're too quiet. And 'normal agitate, prick. Do you realize that could really die, yes? You realize it or are you too busy to sink within yourself to realize what's going on? Christ ".

Alexandra stared at me a second, then smiled.

A little 'killed me, as always, in those moments. Why could read in and always knew what to say - which image to choose. And that of his empathy was the most appropriate at that time.

He gave me shoulders and began to establish the psychedelic lights of the city on either side of the road, people walking in the cold. Some smoked, some were holding hands. Someone was alone, someone was laughing.

A woman stared at the car look hopeful. Waiting for something - someone.

Alex bit his lip, looking at her.

"Sorry, sorry." Alex did not answer anything.

She had dyed red hair falling around shoulders, tight on his head a cap of white wool. Clutching an envelope his arms and his lips trembled with cold, under light makeup. Between the ages of thirty and forty-five years, signs of stress and anxiety. Anxiety.

swallowed.

The hospital is dangerously approaching our view, the woman disappeared behind us plan. With its silver envelope and wrinkles around the eyes sunken.

took drumming his fingers on the skin of the wheel of the black Porsche that I had given the Baltea marriage to Alexandra. A beautiful car, of course. Still smelled new.

Empty.

I should at least buy an air freshener hanging a picture of myself and Alex somewhere. Leave some file in the back seat. Customize it.

Yet it seemed so perfect - so black and flat.

My wife hated her with all my heart, refused to use it for its short trips in town and had forced me to buy a family car. A red toy car, so at odds with its elegant shape and the clothes.

So perfect for his age and his eyes. The fellowships that the University had decided to attend.

"You want to get off too?" I asked, parking space provided in the hospital, including two cars common. Alex looked at me angrily.

"do you think? It 'also my cousin, you know, "he muttered and opened the door, standing on his heels and thin dizzy. I waited on the other side, clutching the black cashmere coat.

I smiled when I joined, slipped his arm under mine.

"I know, you know, you hate me," he said, as the sliding doors let us pass.

blinked against the light and sterile white del'atrio private hospital. There were very few people. The secretary looked up at us.

"Can I help you, gentlemen," asked polite. The voice was tired, a little 'hoarse. Tired and worn out. Alex nodded while I froze the blood.

We were almost there. We were there.

Michelle was there, half dead.

"We are relatives of Miss Michelle Trachtenberg, should be here," explained the girl next to me with his precise and fluid ways. He rested his arms on the white marble bar secretary, unshackled from my limp arm.

"Yes, Miss, is treated here. I ask your names? A matter of privacy, "the woman grabbed the computer mouse that was in front taking the heat with a click.

"Of course. Jaysen Taylor Malcolm Taylor and Alexandra Armstrong. We are the grandchildren of Mr. Andy Trachtenberg, "provide all relevant information, like that used in interrogations. When you had to do with the Loggia learn to behave like a movie thriller.

She typed our names smiled warmly and nodded.

"Sit down as well, room 103, seventh floor. The lady is resting, "he informed.

I felt a sudden heat to color the face and invade his hands. I sighed in disbelief, Alex took my hand and led me to the elevator.

"I told you," she smiled as we entered the elevator. I shook my head as her lips stretched into a pale imitation of his relief.

"You could not be sure," I said. She laughed lightly.

"You're unbelievable," plan and said he relaxed in his dark clothes.

I stared at her with gentleness. Why the anger came after more tenderness, with Alex - after all other feelings, came the tenderness.

"Alex, I do not hate you. You know, "I said, put his arm around her waist, in the gray of that lift.

"I would not want to hate me. But am I keeping you from being happy in the end, "he clarified and smiled again. That smile that I loved with all Myself, I hated the night when I could not make love to her.

"I do not hate you", I said sure. I just went to brush his lips with mine. Alex sighed as I stroked her cheek on my mouth.

He opened his big eyes, bright.

"I need, I need this," he said.

And plans change, slowly. And no one called the lift. And we loved each other without haste, without fury. To warm bodies.

And Alex was breathing on my neck, her hair on my face, hands tight on the sides thin, her legs around his waist.

No hiccups, in love that love really was not - in the sex that sex would never have been. A smile from Alex, the shadow on my own. The nails embedded in the flesh, skin. And the sweat on the eyelids, the colors mixed in the mouth. Between languages.

The rapid breathing, stuck in orgasm.

"Thank you, Alexandra whispered combing your hair with thin fingers. I shook my head on his chest.

"Thank you," he said. Alex smiled and the laughter came soon after. "Can we do this only in the elevator?" I also chuckled and lifted me up.

"I think we should try the extreme sex," I declared riabbottonandomi shirt. Alex turned his back to let me raise the zip of her skirt high waist. I caressed the sides again.

"We might try the S & M or something like that. " I winked at hooking a bra.

The sadness of those acts was always in delicate beauty of its forms, of her voice and her womanhood - woman with tears and pleasure. I went to kiss her again, gently, letting his tongue was to manage the rhythm and pace.

"Can not we try to love?" He sighed, leaning his forehead against mine.

"We can. But do we want? "Alex shrugged, slipping arms in the sleeves of his coat.

"It 's just that I seem to live in an endless winter."

"I have never said that life is good in winter as in spring? Just love yourself. " The girl looked at me in silence for a second, then smiled, looking down.

"We can do it, right? I love you so much. "

" Me too, Alex. "

The elevator doors opened on the seventh floor. The corridors were white and silent.

"I'm disheveled?" Asked Alex. I shook my head.

"You're perfect".

walked in silence to the room 103. My heart was scalded in the throat, the courage to open the door slid away from the veins. Alex tapped his fist on the wood for me. The handle is down almost immediately and Andy appeared, pale in his dark suit.

"Hello, uncle," he greeted my wife, pass it and executing it without exchanging other pleasantries to the bed across the room.

Andrew stared at me hard - a warning in his eyes. I nodded, without even bothering to fully understand what not had to do this time.

Because in the end it was easy.

Basically I just had to avoid touching - love his daughter. With hands and eyes.

Michelle was awake, eyelids Heavy dropped a bit 'extra irises on very clear, his hair disheveled.

"Hey, Chelle," goodbye, paired with Alex. The girl blinked slowly.

"Hey, did faint.

"Michelle is fine, just needs to learn that food comes only from the mouth. Do not leave, "Ben interjected. And he succeeded in his aim, the atmosphere lightened. Michelle smiled, Andy and his wife snorted. Alex laughed and I got lost among the people in my life. Among the various photos, sudden bursts.

Oxana was sitting in a corner, with a childish pout on his face.

"I have not included, because I almost fainted with her. It does not seem adequate reasons, however, "he snapped, when he became aware of my gaze.

chuckled and went back to hook up the sleek look of Michelle.

not we turned over the floor all evening.

But that was fine.

Why there, with the monitor attached to the heart of Chelle - certainty that beat still, after all, was warm.

And my heart beat slow.

The smell of Michelle was in the air. The boys were sitting on the floor and the radio was tuned to Ana to a channel of classical music.

I stood beside the bed, with a little 'more peace of mind. With confidence that it would end the same way - with the same people.

With a heavy jacket on his shoulders and a gold chain around his neck.

And Alex's hand on mine.


NDL.
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